A/N:
It's going to be really brief. I have no idea how to write all these kinds of details. Definitely need more experience. By the way, I've written another story. It's a one-shot. Please review that too. Thanks.
Chapter Fourteen: The Birth
A few months after the wedding, Thirteen decided to stay in the hospital as the baby's due date was arriving really soon. All she wanted was a break from work but House thought otherwise. He brought the team to her hospital room and conducted differentials there. The team took it quite well. They were nice and comforting and told her to rest many times. They visited her sometimes after work hours. Even Cuddy visited. But of course, House stayed there as long as he could before Thirteen chased him away.
It was nearing Christmas too. It wasn't House's favourite time of year. Thirteen's doctor had estimated that the child would be born around Christmas. They had also found out that the baby was a little girl.
On this snowy night, a very pregnant Thirteen had begun contracting. In a few hours' time, the baby would be born. Thirteen prayed that the delivery would be a smooth one.
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A few hours of discomfort. An hour of pain. A minute of cries. A second glimpse of her child. Thirteen was out. Asleep. Childbirth was exhausting. All she knew was that her little baby girl was born.
House was with the little one. She had her mother's beautiful face but his eyes. They had yet to name her. He was waiting for Thirteen to wake up, so for now the baby was a little Thirteen.
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Thirteen awoke to find House next to her carrying a little beauty. She blinked once and smiled.
"Is that…?" she trailed off.
"Yeah. Looks like you eh? Come on, carry her." House lifted her into Thirteen's arms.
"She's gorgeous. What should we name her?" she tilted her head questioningly towards House.
"How about Becca? Just Becca." Said House.
"Not bad. Becca… Breanna Hadley-House." Thirteen smiled to herself.
"Nice one. It has a certain ring to it. She'll be special. Two last names." House muttered.
"Hello Becca Breanna Hadley-House. Aren't you a little sweetie?" Thirteen cooed.
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In the next few days, Thirteen's colleagues came to congratulate House and her. They brought her gifts and instantly warmed up to little Becca. Thirteen was happy. Happy that House would have such a beautiful daughter when she passed on, yet sad as she wouldn't be able to watch her daughter grow up. She wouldn't even know what would happen. She might have a few good years left still to watch Becca grow up. All they could do was hope for the best.